There is never a single path to victory
And though many have tried,
Few succeed.
Empires rise and fall;
Sometimes in a single, crushing firefight,
Sometimes in the slow, choking grasp of despair,
But always in defeat.
And, while countless empires fall,
Others glisten in their opponents former glory,
Chewing on the remains of those forsaken empires
Left to rot forever in the dark universe.
And they grow, they grow!
Those that survive, they grow
To such great power.
They are the willful, they are the strong.
And though they may survive,
The question is:
For how long?
All Empires Fall.